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In Dwight Pentecostís commentary on the book of Philippians he refers to an occurrence of a church split in Dallas Texas. The church split was so bad that it involved a legal suit of one side of the church against the other over who had the right of owner ship of the church property. The case went all the way to the State Supreme Court. It was dismissed on the grounds that the State Supreme Court was not going to deal with inner church issues but they would have to be dealt with by the denominational church governing body. The matter was finally settled with one side being given the ownership rights to the property. During this period of time a local news paper reporter did some investigating on the cause of this church split. He discovered that it all started during a church dinner. Apparently one of the church elders was offended when the portion of food given to him was not as large as the young person next to him. This whole church split started because someone was offended over such a petty thing.
Church conflicts happen for pretty unusual reasons. In the 1890s there was a small Baptist church in Mayfield County, Kentucky. The church had just two deacons, and those two men seemed to be constantly arguing and bickering with each other. On a particular Sunday, one deacon put up a small wooden peg in the back wall so the pastor could hang up his hat. When the other deacon discovered the peg, he was outraged. "How dare someone put a peg in the wall without first consulting me!" The people in the church took sides and the congregation eventually split. Over a hundred years later, residents of Mayfield County still refer to the two churches as Peg Baptist and Anti-Peg Baptist.
August 1999 Landover, Maryland
100 years of Christian fellowship, unity, and community outreach ended last Tuesday in an act of congregational discord. Holy Creek Baptist Church was split into multiple factions.
The source of dissension is a piano bench which still sits behind the 1923 Steinway piano to the left of the pulpit. Members and friends at Holy Creek Baptist say that the old bench was always a source of hostility. People should have seen this coming.
At present, Holy Creek Congregation will be having four services each Sunday. There has been an agreement mediated by an outside pastor so that each faction will have itís own separate service with itís own separate pastor. Since the head pastor is not speaking to the associate pastors, each will have their own service, which will be attended by factioned members. The services are far enough apart that neither group will come into contact with the other. An outside party will be moving the piano bench to different locations and appropriate positions, between services, so as to please both sides, and avoid any further conflict that could result in violence.
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John Wesley become a priest in the Church of England before he had become a Christian. His conversion story is very interesting:
Not long after the first Moravian missionaries came from Germany, Wesley had left for the West Indies, Wesley found himself on board a ship with a group of Moravian Christians on 25th January 1736. That day the weather was rough. Three storms had already battered the boat, and a fourth was brewing. Wesley scribbled in his journal, "Storm greater: afraid!"
But the Moravians trusted God so simply and so completely that they showed no signs of fear. They even held a service at the height of the storm. In the middle of their singing, a gigantic wave rose over the side of the vessel, splitting the main-sail and covered the ship. Water poured between the decks like water pouring over the Niagara Falls - "as if the great deep had already swallowed us up," Wesley wrote. The English passengers shrieked as the ship lurched and pitched between towering waves. A terrified Wesley clung on for dear life.
But the German missionaries didnít miss a beat. Wesley, awestruck by their composure, later went to the leader and asked, "Werenít you afraid?"
"I thank God, no."
"Werenít your women and children afraid?"
"No," replied the man. "Our women and children are not afraid."
Wesley was so struck by their faith that he spoke to one of their main leaders, Peter Boehler, when they arrived in London. Wesley wrote in his journal, "Peter Boehler, whom God prepared for me as soon as I came to London, affirmed of true faith in Christ...that it always has two fruits with it: dominion over sin, and constant peace,
from a sense of forgiveness. I was quite amazed, and looked upon it as a new Gospel." Peter Boehler went on to share a passage with John Wesley, "The Spirit Himself testifies with our spirit that we are children of God." (Romans 8:16)
He then persuaded Wesley into attending a meeting with Boehlerís Moravian Church one evening. Wesley continued on in his journal: "In the evening, I went very unwillingly to a Society in Aldersgate
Street, where one was reading...
BECAUSE GOD WANTED IT
Near the Tower of London there stands an ancient parish church called "All Hallows". Just inside the wall enclosing the graveyard at All Hallows there is a large sign, placed so that tourists leaving the Tower may read it. The sign at "All Hallows" cites a bit of history and then raises a pointed question: "Jesus Christ has been worshipped in this building for 600 years, on this site for 1100 years, and in Britain for 1300 years. Donít you think itís time you got started?"
That sign points to the amazing persistence of the church of Jesus Christ; and it also suggests the reason why, after storms and splits, war and famine, mistakes and malfeasance, misjudgments and maladjustment, there is still such a thing as the church. Some of the secret has to do with the commitments of countless believers, of course; but most of the secret lies in the intention of God for the church. The church has lasted simply because God has wanted it to last. Thatís all. Thatís the bottom line. The church has lasted; and the church will continue because God has intended it to.
DEEPIKA AND DISCIPLINE
James 4:8 "Come near to God and He will come near to you..."
She is just a doll! Fair, pretty with a smile that could steal anyone's heart; her name is Deepika, four year old daughter of a couple who pick up garbage from residential quarters. She was untamed, dirty, extremely rebellious and arrived at our Abide Angel Home like a dirty puppy. She refused to speak with me for nearly a month and slowly God broke the ice.
As soon as she arrives, I would oil and comb her hair, splitting it into two halves and tying it up like pony tails, wash her and powder her up. She would sit on my lap and feel thrilled with all the love that is lavished on her; rain or shine, she would promptly come to our Abide Angel Home early in the morning before 7 am, standing at the gate with a twinkle in her eye and coyly smiling like a rose. All she wants is a cuddle from me and to pop up on my lap, that was enough for her. Many of the kids at our Home are close to me so I took this love for granted, until recently I knew the depth of the little doll's love for me.
Recently, when I found Deepika harshly hitting another girl, I corrected her and also gave her a slight thrashing. Again, the next day, I found her behaving rudely with another little one in the school; yet again she received some blows from me. In the evening, when the kids were about to leave, I found Deepika restlessly looking at me, trying to make eye contact with me and the moment I looked at her, she ran like wind and hugged me. I was shocked! There was no sign of anger at all! I whispered in her ears not to behave rudely again, she nodded obediently and the next day morning I found her again standing by the gate at 7 am with that same smile like 'fresh air!' She wakes up at 5 am to come to school that early, while kids of her age are fast asleep in the bed. The smile, the twinkle in her eye and the love that was written all over her face for me had not diminished one bit!
Friends, this afternoon after I came home, I locked up my prayer room and sobbed at His feet! I thought of the love of Deepika for me and asked God if I love Him that much and that way! Whether there is crowd in the church or not, whether I receive 'raving reviews' of my ministry or not, whether people throw stones or flowers, whatsoever, I want my love for Him to keep intensifying and rising no matter what! Without any 'why Lord' I want just 'how much more can I love you Lord' to fill my life! I write this portion with profuse tears! The astounding love of the little doll has just moved me! If only we could respond to God this way, it would be lovely!
Friend, how do we react when we are disciplined by God? Many stop attending church, cease to pray and there are heaps of people who would abandon the Bible in the top shelf but be active on Facebook, narrating the story to the entire world -- EXCEPT TO GOD. Are you there? When the job is in jeopardy, believers would complain and murmur against God, rather than searching and checking out their lives. Please remember, problems and sufferings are God's way of drawing our attention towards Him! Are you listening? Turn to Him, amend your ways, rectify your wicked ways, humble yourself, get help with fellow good believers, find out a good church and start attending. There is no other short, easy route! He is the only way!
ďIn the late l800s there were just two deacons in a small Baptist church in Mayfield County, Kentucky. One Sunday, one of the deacons put up a small wooden peg in the back wall so the minister could hang up his hat. When the other deacon discovered the peg, he was outraged that he had not been consulted. Before long, the church took sides and eventually split. To this day, the story goes, you can find in Mayfield County, Kentucky, the Anti-peg Baptist Church.Ē [Doyle Young. New Life For Your Church. (p. 63)
Chris had a vision to share the gospel with every student at Dunwoody high school. Problem was that Chris was a skater and had very few friends. But he did have a great dream. Mark grew up in Miami with his mom. His folks split up and he moved to Atlanta, when he became a teen be fell to alcohol and drugs and was failing out of school. His mom gave up by the end of 10th grade and sent him to live with his dad in Atlanta. His first day of school he had an attitude that was pretty thick. But he was greeted by a kid named Chris.
No matter how tough Mark pretended to be. Chris was not put off by it. Chris befriended Mark. One night after they were listening to music, Mark opened up his life and admitted that he was mad at the world. When he finished Chris just a 17 year old high school student, told about the love of God and how Christ died for him. He told about his youth pastor and the next Sunday Mark showed up at church and joined the youth group
The school year came and went. Christ graduated and went to college.but he never got the chance to tell all of his classmates about God. Meanwhile, Mark had one more year at Dunwoody high school. One Wed. Night Mark came to the youth group and said that he had been asked to speak to his whole student body during the Arrive Alive assembly. Normally they asked people who had gory stories to tell. Head on collisions - things like that.The idea was to motivate students to be careful while they were on spring break.
Mark thought, do you think I should tell them the whole story. And he did. After 30 minutes of car wrecks and life threatening injuries. He said people were tired of hearing other peoples stores and clapped politely. He stood up and said when I first came to Dunwoody high school I hated everything and everybody. He talked about life in Miami, his anger his experience with alcohol and drugs. You could have heard a pin drop except his heart was beating so loudly. Then a guy named Chris Folly introduced himself to me. And invited me to his house. I told him about ho...
SILENT WHEN NEEDED
In the late 1990ís, our family lived in a split level apartment in Union Township, just north of Cincinnati, OH. It was a great location in many ways: it was close to a major freeway, but not so close that we had to listen to its traffic; it was just five minutes from the downtown area with a mall and lots of restaurants, but really not on a busy street; and to top it off, we lived across the street from the church we attended. But there was at least one thing that wasnít pleasant about our location: we lived right under some powerful air sirens. Frequently our conversation would be interrupted to test "Tornado Readiness." Those horns produced sounds that were intrusive, belligerent and irritating.
One evening in 1999, Janine and I were awakened in the middle of the night by a phone call her sister, Sandy. "Did we know there was a tornado coming our way?" We shocked ourselves awake and turned on our small bedroom television set to witness a rather excited weatherman making marks on an area map indicating the path of said tornado. It was inching closer and closer to the little niche we liked to call home in the upper west corridor of the intersection of I275 and I75. We waited and waited, breathlessly. Nothing ever happened. We would find out the next morning that 20 miles from our apartment, the Tornado had ripped through the neighboring town of Blue Ash killing four people.
I didnít think about it till later that day, but it suddenly dawned on me. The tornado alarm never went off. That grating, ear piercing, annoying shriek was silent when it was needed the most.
I had missed a game winning free-throw. I swore that would never happen again. So I practiced until I became excellent at free-throws.
In the next big tournament, I swished two free-throws. On the last one, I heard an ear-splitting whistle in my ear. I had stepped over the free-throw line, so the points were invalidated.
Thatís what Spirit does. We can practice and practice in the Christian life, but He still lets us know when we have stepped out of bounds! But unlike the buzzer, itís very soft. He does this by withdrawing His peace from the Christianís heart who steps out of bounds.
(From a sermon by Tim Huie "How to Behave in Church (and Everywhere Else!)" 1/16/2009)